"Xiao Mo, what are you going to do?" When Hei Yao saw He Mo's familiar sneer, he knew that this matter was definitely not over. The last time Xiao Mo showed this expression was a very long time ago, but he still remembered how miserable the ending of the sect that offended Xiao Mo was.
"Kill all the boundary bugs! I'll foil their quest." This world was calculated with great effort by the cultivation world, hence their importance, even to the point of luring him into a small secret realm. If that were the case, how many more years could the cultivation world survive without this world's energy? How much time would the cultivators have left to calculate the location of the next alternate dimension? The boundary bugs needed to open up two dimensions would take a considerable amount of time.
"Okay!" Hei Yaotong agreed decisively. Since Xiao Mo had made up his mind, he would agree unconditionally. That old guy actually dared to lie to him. If he could return to the world of cultivation now, he would have to deal with Lin Zhen.
"Take out my body from the world of cultivation." He Mo said coldly. Even if his spiritual consciousness was damaged this time, he would kill all the world insects completely, even if it meant destroying his original body.
Hei Yao was puzzled as to what this was for revenge, but he took out He Mo's previous body as he was told, and was somewhat curious about Xiao Mo's next plan.
The cold and indifferent face was familiar yet unfamiliar, with eyes tightly closed, as if he was just asleep. As soon as he was taken out, the whole space seemed to have cooled down, and the cold breath of the snow-capped mountain top seemed to still linger between his clothes.
He Mo learned a puppetry technique in his early years, but there were two difficulties in using it. First, the requirements for the puppet were too high. It had to go through a thunder tribulation, and a physical strength comparable to that of the Nascent Soul stage was only the minimum requirement for the puppet. Second, the puppetry technique required a spiritual consciousness to be separated. The spiritual consciousness was very important to the cultivator. Once lost, it would take a hundred years of practice to repair it.
He Mo was already a powerful person in the Spirit Transformation Stage before, and he only learned the puppet technique for fun. In fact, it was of little use to him in the world of cultivation at that time, but it is different now.
Enduring the pain of separation of spiritual consciousness, drops of cold sweat rolled down He Mo's forehead. The process of separation of spiritual consciousness made him feel extremely painful. If this spiritual consciousness disappeared along with the body, it would take He Mo at least two hundred years to recover. After all, he was no longer a cultivator, so it would take even longer. After an unknown amount of time, He Mo finally succeeded in separating a spiritual consciousness and attached it to his original body.
The moment this body opened its eyes, He Mo looked into his eyes and said, "Your name is Miewang." Destroy all hope in the world of cultivation. There is no hope for a world that survives by plundering the energy of other time and space.
A body at the Spiritual Transformation stage is enough to destroy all the world insects. There is no need for world insects to exist in this world...
"Go ahead, kill all the world bugs, leaving no one behind." He Mo's face was extremely pale. Separating part of his consciousness consumed all his strength, but his determination to kill the world bugs would not change. He Mo looked straight into the puppet's eyes, with flickering lights in them.
"Yes." Miewang nodded, energy flowing between his breaths, his fluttering sleeves flipped at his fingertips, and he was already flying high into the sky.
Deep in the universe, the rules that have been silent for a long time are stirring again. They feel an energy that is somewhat familiar but more unfamiliar. This energy is extremely powerful and has exceeded the limits of this world. It must be destroyed.
Watching the hopeless figure gradually become just a small black dot, He Mo could no longer bear the fatigue and fell into the chair.
He stared blankly at the smooth ground, recalling every little detail of his time in the world of cultivation: the spirit beasts humming and begging for food, the disciples practicing swords on the top of the mountain, and his former good friend in the world of cultivation, Lord Canglan.
The two of them met when they were obscure, and it has been exactly four hundred and sixty years since then. Canglan Jun's aptitude is even better than his. When he was going through the divine tribulation, he was only one step away from becoming an immortal. But for some reason, he has not yet ascended to immortality, even though he clearly has that ability.
Although the thunder tribulation of ascension was extremely dangerous for Cang Lanjun's strength at that time, he was very likely to get through it successfully. However, he always suppressed his cultivation and refused to take that step.
He only remembered that when they were drinking in the bamboo forest that year, he asked Canglan Jun this question. Canglan Jun just smiled and said nothing, saying that the time had not come yet. He was very puzzled at the time. Isn't the ultimate goal of those who practice cultivation to become immortals? But why did Canglan Jun say that the fate had not come yet? However, he was not a person who asked questions. He only remembered that Canglan Jun seemed to be in a lot less interest in drinking afterwards, and there was some inexplicable sadness between his eyebrows. He laughed at him for pretending to be sad.
I just hope that Canglan Jun can wait for his destiny as soon as possible and stop wasting time in the now decaying world of cultivation. With a sigh, He Mo closed his eyes.
A few days later, a strange war that later generations called the advent of immortals entered the history books after the demise of the world insects.
It is recorded that an immortal came from the East, stepping on purple air, with an ethereal posture. With a wave of his hand, the Zerg were destroyed in silence. It is a pity that even though the immortal was so powerful, he was still killed by nine purple thunders at the edge of the universe.
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